Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 2481
AN: This will be the longest chapter (I think) due to the content- which is of a sexual nature (and giving snippets of that is just cruel) so that is my warning!
A Kiss for Shelter
Indulgence
The silence had grown much too thick. It was not the patient peaceful lack of speech that had fallen between them early on- it was anticipatory.
The courtesan called Xochitl set her cup down, her heart rate increasing as she considered her words.
"My lord, if you would like, I might recite some poetry. Or perhaps you would like to hear a song-,"
"No." Byakuya's response was immediate and purposely cold.
She raised her gaze slowly, almost hesitantly. His eyes looked silvery beneath his black lashes, they glowed with longing.
"You will end up in his bed, Xochitl. I hope you are prepared for such an event."
Her mistress had warned her and she had accepted the mission regardless.
Still, as he rose to his feet, his cup empty on the table between them, each breath felt shallow. He towered over her and his face was suddenly shadowed. Yet when he offered his hand she reached up to take it.
He helped her to her feet, eyes now a dark granite, unreadable and unwavering as he then drew her a few steps away.
The futon laid out was wide and plush, the linen the finest spun, its contents the softest of down.
He took note of the slightest tremble to her limbs as she released his hand and sank down on her knees. Her eyes were pits of darkness when she looked up at him awaiting him to join her.
Every muscle in his stomach seemed to clench as he took her silent invitation and kneeled at her side. She said nothing, and did not turn her head toward him when she felt his hand slide into her hair. His fingers teased her scalp and with a shake the pins were loosed from her locks.
The spill of hair cascading downward only seemed to add more kindling to the fire that had erupted in Byakuya's body. Soon his other hand was stealing into her kimono, sliding beneath the layers to graze a nipple.
Her breath wavered audibly and came out in a gasp when his fingers plucked boldly at the stirring nub.
All of a sudden he stilled- his intrepid pursuit halted by the feel of her pulse.
Byakuya was breezed by a whisper of uncertainty- thus his hesitation. He had never been with anyone but his wife and so he had never touched one that did not desire it.
Both hands withdrew and his jaw became tight. He could not force himself on someone. Yes- he was aroused- the recollection of watching her dance had entered his mind as he drained the last of his tea.
I know nothing about her, yet I have seen her writhing beneath me in my mind's eye. On a whim I have brought her here, yet…
His loss of conviction was soon brushed aside, however, by her own self-assurance.
He heard the rustle of fabric and his eyes fell to her layers. She had loosened them, perhaps a shrug might coax them downward to pool into her lap.
She was facing him now, again the look in her eyes was incomprehensible. Kneeling tall she could almost meet his eyes straight on as he sat seiza. She was close now and her small hands reached out to undress him.
His mind seemed frozen, but his body moved, shifting to help accommodate her. And the time passed without his realizing it- only a few minutes- yet still he seemed unconscious of them.
One delicate nail slid along the top of his fundoshi along his hips and he felt a jolt of unadulterated want strike him.
He watched her hands as she carefully undid the knots tying the fabric together. When it fell away his head dropped back and his eyes closed in helpless anticipation.
Xochitl's every breath had to be tempered as each beat of her heart was a strong thump against her ribcage. But she knew that if she did not take the initiative and reassure him- she would fail in this mission.
As it was- she had to admit that his touch had excited her more than it had frightened her. And then there was the look of lust in his lovely steel eyes… As if that had not been enough- her eyes had fallen to drink in the perfection that was his warrior's body.
She was grateful for his shut eyes as a blush dusted her cheeks at the sight of his endowment.
Even though Xochitl did not perform in the same way that the other women in the den did- did not mean she had no education. Her lessons had been hasty- rushed-but she had indeed been given an idea of how to please a man before her "blooding".
With a steadying breath she reached out to touch him and soon felt the solid plain of his chest beneath her hands.
Just this gesture had Byakuya's breath hissing out between his teeth and he searched for calm in his mind's eye.
He didn't even acknowledge the fact that at one point she managed to coax him to lie back. He barely felt the firm yet comforting feel of the futon beneath him.
As she explored, graceful hands tracing the taut muscles he felt his stiffness grow. Her fingertips swept along his lower abdominals, felt the cut pattern, making a "V". To him it was torture as her hands slid back upward away from his rigid phallus. Had he not seen the nervous flutter of her hands when she first ventured to touch him he might have thought her capable of teasing him.
Even so- his need was rising into impatience. Almost unconsciously did his hand reach out to guide her.
He heard the soft escape of breath between her lips when his hands released her own leaving his erection within her grasp.
She hesitated and he shifted slightly. Soon she found her courage and a rhythm and he lost himself to the sinful touch of her hand- her palm gliding over him with tentative yet increasing pressure.
He felt a moan itching at the back of his throat. His body was responding without volition, his hips lifting slightly as she continued her ministrations.
If he would have opened his eyes he might see how his pleasure was affecting her. The apples of her cheeks were rosy-bronze, each inhale swelling her chest, her lip in the clutches of her teeth.
Yet again, she dug deep for her own resolve- choosing to be pragmatic.
When the noble finally did open his eyes she was above him and he couldn't help but blink in surprise. He reached up- his initial reaction to switch their positions. But her dark eyes drew him in again, and he paused with his hands on her upper arms. She had settled onto his stomach, the heat of her core penetrating his solid abs like lapping waves. Her gaze had become gentle and patient. He swallowed hard when she parted the robe further. His eyes helplessly scanned down her body, drinking in the sight of her well-shaped breasts with the dark areolas and nipples tipped contrastingly pink. Her belly was smooth, soft and the way her torso was curved, drawn in tight before flaring at her pelvis and hips was a tantalizing sight.
A pleased smirk twitched at his mouth when his eyes finally fell on the curly dark tuft of hair between shapely, pale-cinnamon thighs.
The young courtesan leaned forward again, capturing his attention and he nearly let a groan escape at the feel of her womanhood practically sliding against him. There was something timid about her gaze now and he found himself frozen when she placed a quick kiss on his lips. She sat back looking flushed all the more. The silk of her under-robe whispered against his own thighs as she shifted. His erection had been near the cleft of her backside and he closed his eyes when he felt her brush against his length as she drew up on her knees.
The world seemed off kilter, gravity shifting, until he wasn't sure he was anchored to the world as he held her indescribable gaze.
But his breath was soon expelled in a sharp gasp when he felt her opening fist around him. She wasted no time, however and he gritted his teeth when she pushed further downward until he had reached the depths of her.
Blissful darkness that caressed and excited him all at once had claimed him, yet hearing her breathy cry drew him back.
Her fingers were trembling, her nails digging- almost painfully- into his chest as she leaned over him, her hair shadowing her face.
With a degree of consideration, Byakuya's hand moved from her arm to reach toward her face, but she looked up before he might touch her cheek.
Again he paused seeing the sprinkle of tears coating her thick lashes and the pained expression on her pleasing features.
Admittedly that look of slight anguish was arousing, but he was above such sadism as claimed other men. After the brief admittance came surprise and then anxiety and frustration appeared. To his mind and body she seemed a virgin- delicious- but that did not change the fact that he had been promised a woman of experience.
"I am hurting you." He said, and the desire was the barest purr that he could not wholly mask. She had closed her eyes and hearing him speak her eyes fluttered open, her lashes just barely shading the light of suffering in her eyes. Despite himself his eyebrows flinched inward in irritation, "You're mistress assured me-,"
"I'm not untouched," She reassured in a breathless voice, meeting his demanding eyes, "I swear this… But my experience- was years passed."
The look of icy anger was starting to dissipate due to the truth in her eyes, but he still seemed hesitant.
"Have you really been with no other since that time?" He watched her closely.
She shook her head slowly, biting at her lower lip. The discomfort had not left her face, however, she drew back, to sit taller, moving her hips up so that his length slid out an inch or so. Again his jaw clenched and he fought to keep his breath from hitching.
He grabbed at both arms again, holding her still suddenly to give her the full effect of this storm-grey orbs. "Do not force yourself." He insisted, that degree of command to his voice.
She licked her plump lips and his hardness quivered inside her. "Take control." She said in a near whisper.
Again she had managed to astound him and he was quiet for some time before he frowned and said firmly, "I would not hurt you."
Her determination reared then and her next words had an odd ache settling in the pit of his stomach that was not quite lust derived.
She didn't smile, but her face softened and she carefully leaned forward and let her fingertips alight on his jaw, "I came here for you. My mistress gave me a choice as she always does and I chose to come… my lord."
As he stared, struggling to understand this creature challenging him and yet offering submission at the same time, his hands unconsciously dropped to her hips.
His hands rhythmically massaged and she breathed audibly again, this time with pleasure.
"Take control." She murmured again, back arching slightly when his hands drew closer to where they were joined.
The words broke him and she was crushed beneath him in a matter of moments, writhing as he penetrated deeply with a thrust. Her cry echoed in the space around them and reached into the corners of his mind.
Her walls were slick, despite how they squeezed him; he knew she was not immune to his hands. He would do as much as he could to keep her from only wishing for him to finish.
She tossed her head uttering a moan as his mouth traced her jaw. The advance and retreat of his thickness became a languid pattern that he eased with his kisses. And when his hand reached for her deep pink nub- two fingers sliding alongside it- she met him when he glided back in so that his tip touched her womb.
Still as attentive as he tried to be there was yet a whimpering quality to her vocal responses. She had turned her face- cheek resting against the pillow. The delicate column of her neck was an engrossing sight and suddenly his teeth and lips claimed her flesh there.
A breathy scream flew from mouth and tears again appeared in her eyes. There was ecstasy in the way she grasped at him, though, and in the way she panted and rolled her hips. Something about this action was exciting to her and he could feel his heart beating more strongly in response.
He drew back, not only to see the mark he had made but to turn her face toward him. His fingers grasped at her jaw and his eyes simmered with dark passion as he looked down at her, pushing himself in and out of her. His mouth descended upon hers hungrily, his tongue seeking hers wet and tangling.
Her thighs shivering under the strain of allowing him to seek his own finish. There was still a degree of pain but it was fading into the background due to his skillful lips. Somehow she felt lost- drowning pleasantly in his ardent kisses.
For someone that had appeared cold- untouchable in a way- he seemed a natural lover. Her cheeks were warm in his hands- her skin flushed with the exhilaration he inspired. She couldn't help but feel like a girl- a virgin in his embrace.
She moaned when he drove deep and she couldn't help but mewl and toss her head when she felt him pulse, releasing inside her. Her whole body shuddered with the strength of his eruption- his blast prompting her walls to clench and quiver.
His breath was at her neck, gusting against her flesh as he settled against her, surprised by the wet beads of exertion on his skin.
Byakuya's body glimmered with sweat and as he let his weight press against her it slicked onto her own skin. He could smell their coupling. Oddly it was a pleasing scent.
He breathed deeply and realized that her gentle scent of bergamot was now tinged with his own. She smelled of him now and he felt contentment further coil into his belly.
His tongue flicked out of his mouth to trace her thrilling pulse, tasting. He listened as she exhaled breathily. He nuzzled closer with little thought.
I did not expect this experience to feel so… It was beyond my expectations…Though, I did pay quite a sum… I should ensure it is worth every credit.
The noble's smile curled against the unwitting young woman's neck.